She sat on a rock, on a warm sunny day. Her bright eyes shining, in this innocent way, her long sensous neck was the neck of a swan, her face expertly mirrored the beauty around her, much like glancing in a still pond. Strumming the wind on her imaginary harp she was angelic, seeing her in his mind's eye, this image of her he wanted to relish and devour her spirit, and show her the brutality of the world in which he lives, that she loves, and to fear it, and revere its pain, she chose to see sunshine and experience the rain, her hair blew in the wind, like a long, black, silken cape, This was an angel, and he wanted to rape, Not two words spoken, to take her long sensual neck in hands and see it broken, Let her feel his vengeance his heartache, in one mindless blow, and stroke of his body, she would know, the brutal existence of his world, that left him bitter, defeated, depraved and jilted, he clung to her body like a weed, until she wilted. Her body clung to the rock, like an algaeous slime, her blank eyes open, her hair greener than lime. Her very much alive body wears his stink, and reaks of decaying flesh. An angel broken and festering, in a demon's nest. Leaving her numb ravaged body with barely a remnant of the innocence he forsakes, but a broken neck, and from her head, a dusty black cape, he admonishes and reveres his handiwork, and the angel he raped.Birth sign: Libra
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